Yn's pov:-

Walking up I find myself drenched in my own sweat.

Groaning, I roll over and get down from the bed and shove the curtains away from the window so that air can come inside.

I forgot to turn on the air conditioning last night and still slept like a baby.

Sighing I walk into the bathroom, taking a shower, I get dressed in a baby blue and white printed blouse and a maxi skirt.

Papa, Rico and Jungkook are sitting on the breakfast table, already fed and now enjoying their second serving of coffee.

"Good morning." I mumble to no one in particular as I take my seat.

The housekeeper brings me a cup of tea and a bowl of granola.

"Thank you." I smile at her before she leaves.

"Did you sleep well, princess?" Papa asks, sipping his coffee.

"Sí, papa." I mumble putting my breakfast in my mouth. It's already half past nine and I need to go to the diner.

"Rico is going to a meeting with me, princess." Papa says. "Think you'll be okay with the driver driving you to work?"

"Uh-yeah." I mumble. "I can drive too, you know. I am a big girl."

"You know how I feel about you going alone, especially after the bomb incident."

"I know papa." I roll my eyes while sipping my tea.

Jungkook stays silent throughout the conversation, but his eyes never leave my face once.

But I pretend that I don't care because he needs to know how much he's changed me.

How much he's damaged my heart and deleted my love for him.

And a certain part of me hates him for it.

But half a part of me still loves him.

But I am not going to tell him that. Yet.

"We'll be leaving now." Papa says getting up and kissing my head forcefully messing up my hair and making me whine. "You are good."

"I'm not Rico." I mumble as papa shrugs on his blazer.

"I'm not fat like you, you dumb duck."

I roll my eyes at both of the men leaving, leaving me alone with Jungkook .

Truth to be told, after last night, I feel a little comfortable around him but it's not like I've forgotten anything.

The betrayal still comes back to me in flashes.

"Your brother knows about us." He speaks, breaking the silence.

"He does." I murmur while eating my granola.

Jungkook nods, sipping his coffee. "When do you think you can return back to the Korea?" He asks.

"I'm not returning." I answer because let's see it my way, I can hear not to go back, maybe if he's changed and that's not so soon.

It's just been a year and I have my family here and papa needs me right now more than ever and the diner.

How can I possibly leave a life that I have created in a short time that I always wanted, behind?

It'll kill me.

"Surely you don't mean that, Yn." He says. "I thought we made everything clear last night."

"Nothing was clear last night." I snap.

"Don't raise your voice." He warns.

"Don't tell me what to do." I hissed. "I'm not going back to the Korea. It's final."

"I think I told you last night..."

"You told me nothing relevant last night. I am not going anywhere with you until you change your whorish way of living."

"Don't take back, Yn." He grits his teeth.

"Don't tell me what to do, Jungkook ." I snarl.

"I'll say whatever I want to and you can't tell me to be the little girl in your grasp." I hissed again.

"Talk to me like that again, yn. I fucking dare you." He snarls, slapping his palm on the table surface.

"Fuck you." I hiss, getting up from the chair and turning my back but his reflexes get the best of him as he grabs my wrist and roughly pulls me toward him.

"Say it again." He growls, his anger tested beyond breaking point and his pupils dilating as my eyes never leave his now dark ones.

"Fuck you." I snap. "Let me go, I'm getting late."

"You know better than to talk to me like that, kitty." He hisses. "Apologize."

"I didn't say anything to apologize for. You're a dishonest person."

"Oh. But you loved my ways, didn't you, kitty?" He smirks. "You loved the way I controlled you. You enjoyed me being in control."

I inhale deeply. "Maybe. But that was before you cheated."

His eyes change and his grip softens around my

wrist.

"This is what you're hanging up on still, huh?" He sighs running his free hand through his hair.

"You talk like it isn't a big issue." I whisper. "I saw you...with another woman, doing stuff on the bed that you and I shared. Where we made memories, Jungkook and you think it's not a big of an issue." I whisper.

"Baby..."

"Was it more than once, Jungkook ?" I ask.

He chews his lips, looking at the window, suddenly more interested in the outside weather.

"Tell me?" I urge you. "Was it more than once?"

Sighing he nods. I bite the whole of my lower lip feeling more chilly than ever in this sunny weather.

"Was it... Before or after I left?" I whisper.

He sighs. A moment of silence follows. "Both." He sighs again.

"Then...if you did those things you could have said to me after the first time that I wasn't enough to fulfill your needs." I whisper. "I would have left."

"But you were enough for me." He mumbles sighing, running his hands though his hair once again.

"But you still kept a concubine." I smile sadly.

"I realise I was and am wrong. But give me a chance. Come along with me and I'll show you that I love you and I am only yours, kitty please." An almost desperate edge grabs his voice.

And I try so hard not to move and hug him and tell him that I'll give him his chance and that I love him so much.

But I don't.

He needs to know and suffer as much as he did.

"I'm getting late." I say.

He nods.

Sighing I walk away from him and into the waiting car.

"To the diner, miss?" The driver asks.

"Sí.”

●●●●●●●

"Jungkook 's bought a house here." Rico murmurs as I place his lunch In front of him.

"Hmm?" I am quite distracted by my phone. Salvatore texted me, if we can talk over lunch.

And I asked him to come over and he replied he'll be here in five.

"I said, Jungkook has purchased a house here, a quite big one too, says he'll have it renovated."

"Okay?" I frown. "Is he...?"

"Thinking about moving here?" Rico snorts.

"Uh-yeah." I mumble.

"If he didn't want to move here he wouldn't have purchased a house that cost a fortune."

"Why are you being snappy?" I hissed. "If he wants to move here it's his decision, isn't it?"

"Yeah?" He snaps. "And what is his motive, suddenly wanting to settle in Italy, the motherland he left ages ago?"

"Rico... It's really not our place to say anything." I reason.

"He's a psychopath."

"You don't know him that much." I take his side as I take a bite of my veg-rice.

"Well...I know him enough and you better stay away from him." Rico snaps.

I roll my eyes.

Acting like my mother, the little man whore.

Maybe I should tell papá about his nightly errands. It might smack some sense up in his head.

"You'd understand if you fall in love someday." I say.

"Don't talk like an old woman." Rico hisses. "If you found love once you can find it a thousand times more. Now eat."

"Don't try to be my dad." I snap.

"If I was your dad, I would have chained you to your bed and locked your room so you couldn't go out and see a monster who's hurt you more than once." He says with an eye roll.

"Shut up." I snap.

"Yeah go on. Keep shutting me up. But you know, that he'll hurt you again and you're scared."

"Who'll hurt her?" Salvatore's voice snaps us out from our argument as he takes a seat next to Rico.

"So who's planning to hurt Yn?" Salvatore asks.

"A psychopath ex." Rico mumbles.

"Oh!" He looks less interested in that. "What would you suggest for lunch?"

"Uh..."

"Risotto. They make the best here." Rico mumbles with a mouthful of his food.

"Don't talk with food in your mouth." I snap as I call Isa to serve another plate of Risotto.

"So...what brings you here?" I ask Salvatore, trying to wipe away the awkwardness.

Salvatore and I were pretty comfortable around each other. But having Rico among us was a bit weird then usual, considering Rico and Salvatore knew each other from their dipper days.

"Actually...I wanted to talk to you." He says but his voice grips a confusing tone and fidgets with his fingers.

"Oh. Sure." I smile. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I was...you know hoping we could do it more privately." He murmurs.

"Never mind me, I am done anyway." Rico says putting the last spoon of his lunch in his mouth and swallowing it with a big gulp of water.

That bitch! Doesn't even chew his food.

"Oh. Okay." I frown.

Rico gets up and leaves after messing up my hair.

"Bitch." I mumble under my breath.

A minute later Isa places another plate of Risotto on the table we were sitting.

"Do you want me to get you something? You haven't had lunch yet." Isa says, wiping her hands on her apron.

"I'm fine. Thanks Isa." I smile before Isa leaves.

"So?" I ask him to pour a glass of water from the jug placed on the table. "What is so important?"

"I wanted to apologize." He mumbles.

"Apologize?" I ask. "For what?"

"I... Yn...I am sorry but, I really like you. You're honest and so full of life..."

"What do you want to say, Salvatore?" I frown at his mutterings.

It feels like he's trying to break up with me, though we're not any kinda couple.

I mean we've been on like what...one - two dates?

And the rest was just pointless goofing around the movies and ice-cream parlor.

"What I want to say is, I am sorry if I gave you some other feeling than friendship." He mumbles quietly.

Oh. Okay.

"Oh?”

"I really am sorry, if you had thought otherwise. I am already betrothed." He says but his voice drops down by a few notches.

Wait! What?

Betrothed? As in engaged?

And after taking me out at random times, texting me around midnight and long conversations over the phone, he decided to tell me that now?

That he's engaged?

Fucking asshole.

And I thought I liked him.

No! I really liked him.

He seemed so sweet and caring all the time, but in reality he was already engaged when all that was happening?

What's the logic in that stuff?

How can he even do it?

I mean not only did he lead me on but he also hurt the girl he was engaged with to an extent.

"Are you going to say something?" He asks, making a motion to take my hand in his.

I move my hands away from his reach.

"And you decided to say that you're engaged after you took me out on a date?" I snap.

"Yn..."

"No it's fine." I smile. "You can finish your lunch and leave."

"Please don't be mad." He urges. "You've been a good friend to me."

"Yes." I sigh. "I have to get back to work."

"I am really sorry, Yn." He whispers again.

"It's fine."

I leave the spot hurriedly and slam shut the door of my office once I am inside.

Wow!

I am really unlucky in the guy department, huh?

Here I was thinking that Salvatore might be getting mixed signals from me and he might end

up hurt whereas, he was the one to drop the bomb on top of my head.

I sigh and turn to walk over to my desk.

My man's luck is seriously rotten.

Only now I notice a small basket of colourful summer flowers sitting on my desk.

And now I feel like crying.

A powder blue card sticking out from the ribbon bow tied around the middle of the basket.

I pick up the card, flipping it open.

"Join me for dinner tonight, va bene?"

Was written in printed fonts.

As if on que my phone rang, I picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked since the number was not on my contract.

"You got my flowers, sí?" Jungkook 's familiar voice drifts through the speaker.

"It would be helpful, if you put your name in the card." I roll my eyes, putting the card on my desk and admiring the colorful arrangement of the flowers.

"Vengo a alle ... otto? " He says but his voice didn't hold the attention as it did in the first sentence.

(Shall I pick you up at...say sight?)

But I let it slide since I figured it might be working.

"What's the purpose?" I ask.

"Shall I pick you up at eight, yn?" He sighs.

I can almost see him running his hand through his hairs and leaning against his chair, frustrated.

"Okay. But no funny stuff." I'm deadpan.

"Nothing I do is funny, kitty." He chuckles.

"I'll see you at eight.”

I was dressed up in a soft white cotton dress and paired it up with strappy sandals before tying my hair in a pony tail letting my fringes frame my face.

Now, I've never been out with Jungkook and I have no idea where we are supposed to go and stuff. I dunno if it's fancy or just a casual place to grab a bite at night.

God, I am such a whore. I haven't been on a date with a man who did everything sexual with me.

Disgusting!

But whatever, I was tired from the day in diner and sad because of the Salvatore incident so I didn't bother to try to look fancy.

It's either take me or leave me for Jungkook .

Around sharp eight I walk downstairs.

Jungkook is sitting on the sofa, talking with Rico and papa who have occupied the sofa and couch across from him.

Deep in conversation, none of them noticed me coming.

Sighing, I take a seat next to Rico on his couch.

"Are you going out?" He asks now, looking at me suspiciously.

"For a little bit, yes." I murmur as Jungkook gets up, shaking hands with papa.

I follow.

"You're going out with him?" Rico hisses but it's not silent enough for papa and Jungkook to ignore.

"She's a big girl, Rico. She can choose who to go out with." Jungkook says causally.

"It's more like who forces her to go out, you mean?" Rico snaps back.

"Rico." Papa warns.

"No one's forcing me." I say defensively. "I'm going out on my own will and I'll be back before twelve."

"You're not going out with that psychopath." Rico huffs.

"Real mature, Rico." I roll my eyes. What a way to ruin my evening.

"I said you're not going out with him, have you forgotten what he's done to you?" He yells and time seems to slow down as I see papa's facial expressions change.

"What does he mean, Principessa?" Papa, who was till now watching our rackets closely from the sofa, draws out the sentence clearly.

"Niente, papà. " I answer quickly (Nothing, papa.) "He's just being himself."

"Don't hide it from me, tesoro." Papa says, looking at me and then at Jungkook . "I have other ways to find out the truth than you telling me."

"It's nothing, papa." I roll my eyes. "Rico's just looking out for me."

"Is there anything to look out for when you're going out with Jungkook ?" He asks.

"No." I sigh.

Papa doesn't ask any further. Jungkook offers me his hand, to walk out.

Hesitant, I almost put my hand in his.

Almost but papa beats me to it saying,

"Go to your room.”

"Huh?" I ask frowning.

To my room?

To my room? Like I am five?

"Nella tua stanza, principessa. Adesso." Papa says his voice up by a couple of notches. (To your room, princess. Now.)

"But, papa..." I reason.

Jungkook stares at my father with a mixture of shock and surprise.

"Non mi hai sentito, tesoro? " With gritted teeth papa seethes out. (Didn't you hear me, honey?)

"Sí, papa." I mumble and walk through the hall and climb up the stairs to my room.

With a huff I sit on my bed, with my feet dangling over the edge.

Rico, you little bitch!

I huff once again as I untie my sandals and put my feet up.

Little whore!

He had to go and spoil everything.

With another sigh of frustration I walk into my closet and pull out a pair of satin camisoles and shorts.

Discarding my out for the night clothes I pull my bed clothes on and put my hair up in a bun.

Rico could have gone and caused the ruckus before I got dressed and did my hair.

Now that I think, why was I even wanting to go out with Jungkook anyway?

What was I thinking while I accepted his dinner offer?

Sometimes I think I am a really needy bitch.

I sigh.

This is not right.

This isn't how it should have turned out.

I am not supposed to give in to him.

I am supposed to fight him and make him feel the pain I have felt through the past months.

I shove my face into the pillow, groaning.

A knock on my door makes my tantrum stop.

"Come in, you little bitch." I scream knowing it's Rico. "I'll fucking cut off your mini little baby-maker and feed it to the dogs, you asshole." I scream, my voice muffled by the pillow.

"Now... there is no need to be so savage, sissy." Rico's voice comes.

"Savage?" I raise my face from the pillow. "You little whore! You haven't seen any savage." I say with a huff and sit on the bed cross legged.

"Chill, will you?" Rico rolls his eyes and it makes me want to pull his hair so hard that he'll go bald but refrain as he pulls out a big hershey bar.

I narrow my eyes at him, suspiciously. "What're you bribing me for?"

"I'm just looking out for you." He shrugs. "You don't need that bastard to be happy and beside you like Salvatore, don't you?" He smirks.

I snort.

"What?" Rico frowns. "What's with the attitude?"

"Salvatore is engaged." I mumble as I tear open the wrapper and take a bite of my sweet. "So you know where the best rice-cakes are made?"

"What do you mean?" Rico snorts. "Salvatore isn't engaged."

"That's what he said, when he came around lunch." I mumble. "What about the rice cakes?"

"That bitch isn't engaged." Rico declares. "If he was, I of all people would have known."

"Whatever." I roll my eyes. "I am now used to people lying on my face. I just want to sleep it off."

"Alright." He sighs.

"Is papa angry?" I ask.

"He's angry but not at you. Jungkook was almost killed though." Rico chuckles.

"What?"

"So after you got send to your room, like you were fucking five...papa asked me what was going on and Jungkook was there since pop forbade him to leave. So I told papa whatever you told me. With details and pop got angry, punched Jungkook right around his left jaw and said he was a dishonest man and stuff." Rico shrugs.

"He was bleeding." Rico further says.

I stop mid chewing.

He is hurt.

I sigh. Then I resumed eating.

Well...one can never hide in darkness for too long.

"Is he badly hurt?" I asked him to throw the wrapper on the basket that was under my bed.

"I guess. But not bad. He just got punched." Rico shrugs again. "It was just a punch. He deserves at least that for what he did."

I sigh.

"Did papa say anything...you know about...me?" I ask tentatively.

I just don't want to hurt my father.

I mean that man was the only parental figure in my life. And somehow I didn't want to let him down.

But being as naive and weak as I was makes me feel that somehow I had let him down.

"He was upset that you didn't say anything to him, yourself." Rico says.

"I'll talk to him, and apologize. Is he asleep already?"

"I don't think so." Rico shrugs. "He also gave Jungkook a threat that if he ever came near you or hurt you in any way he'll cut off his throat."

I chuckle.

"Let's go, talk to papa." I say getting down from bed and shrugging on my fur trimmed robe around myself before making my way to papa's room.

"Do you want me to come in?" Rico asks.

"No. It's fine. Get some sleep." I pat his arm before slipping inside the dimly lit room.

"Papa?" I ask as I see him sitting on the edge of his large bed, his head in his hands.

"Princess, you're still awake?" He asks, raising his head to meet my eyes.

I smile.

"I came to say sorry. You know... For not telling you anything myself."

"It's alright, tesoro." He sighs. "I am sorry you had to suffer like that."

I shrug. "It's over. Me and Jungkook . I thought he was really a nice person to spend life with but...he didn't turn out the way I thought he would...and that's no one's fault." I sigh, walking over to him and taking a seat beside him.

"But I am glad I've got you and Rico, you know?" I say again.

"Hmm." He inhales. "You'll tell me next time if someone hurts you, won't you, my love?" He asks.

"Yes, papa." I mumble and hug him. "Did you eat?"

"No.”

"Come, I'll stir you something." I say as I walk out of his room, on the way I holler for Rico and he comes bouncing in the kitchen while I boil some rice and fry down chicken.

Just as I finish setting the table Jungkook walks down, dressed.

"Are you going somewhere?" Papa asks.

"Yeah..." He answers glancing at his phone. "I had a dinner meeting."

"Tutto ." Papa says and walks over to him, they talk for a minute but almost whispering so none of it gets out. Before Jungkook walks out papa gives his arm a pat and says something about good luck.

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